The pink face, the immature voice, there is no taste of asking for advice in the ears, but the harsh criticism after feeling the offense.

Thirteen Lang was speechless, and there was a lot of melancholy in his heart.

"So what?"

What is this called?

What kind of attitude is this!

Keen sense, no, anyone can hear that the boy is not willful, but really does what he says, not allowing others to be higher than himself.

Tenderness was born, and when he saw anger and even felt the crisis, Thirteen Lang remembered the reminder before the lotus fairy turned into a moon.

"It's not easy to bring a son, be nice to him. ”

"It is a great sin to be ignorant of kindness, righteousness, and hatred. ”

Putting the distracting thoughts behind, Thirteen Lang thought for a while, pointed to the bright moon in the sky and said: "Birth and cultivation are great, come, kowtow to your mother." ”

As he spoke, Jusan Lang's face was solemn, and he secretly resolved that if the boy refused this request, even if he had just been born, he would enforce the family law.

Unexpectedly, the boy did not hesitate at all, and did not even ask why his mother was hanging so far, and immediately bent over and kowtowed three times, looking very respectful.

"The bear child is a little temperamental, but he is actually quite sensible inside. ”

Relieved, Shisanlang called him up and said, "Come, kowtow to my father." ”

The boy looked at him curiously, even with contempt, and asked, "Why?"

Just now, I was thinking that my tone was too blunt, and when I suddenly heard this reply, Thirteen Lang was furious: "Birth and raising are great, I am your father!"

"I know you're my dad. ”

The boy's expression did not change, and he asked, "You gave birth to me?"

Thirteen Lang opened his mouth and stammered, and said that you didn't have to be born without me, and thought about it on the other hand, I haven't figured it out until now. In fact, the process of giving birth to this son is completely different from the production I understand, and I can't even get the identity of the sperm donor, how can I be justified.

The boy asked again, "Did you raise me?"

Thirteen Lang still didn't know what to say.

"I was pregnant for 200 years, and my mother burned her life to give birth to me, what does it matter to you?"

Boy 3 asked, "Birth is greatness." You have neither given birth nor raised, it is good to think that you are a father, and you still expect me to kowtow to you, why?"

Thirteen Lang stammered three times.

On the other side, the boy looked at his embarrassed father, with no regret on his face, and the indifference in his eyes was chilling. After a while, he frowned slightly as if he had thought of something. Raise your legs and walk to the edge of the altar.

"What are you going to do, be careful!"

Seeing him do this, Thirteen Lang knew in his heart that he would not do anything stupid, but he was still worried like an ordinary father, and just screamed, and was stunned by what he saw in the next scene.

The boy bent down and casually plucked a ray of light from the support of the altar and flashed twice. There was an extra garment on his body.

The clothes were shabby, and even a little ugly, and the boy was not very satisfied with his appearance. He changed it little by little according to his own preferences, and when he did this, he didn't even look at Shisanro, he didn't mean to ask for advice, and of course he wouldn't respond to his call.

"Born to know, the Tao is self-taught!"

Thirteen Lang exclaimed, but he was not happy at all. On the contrary, it is extremely heavy.

"No, if you go on like this, the child will be lost. ”

Born with only a stick of incense, a boy has grown from a mortal to a monk, and he can use the Tao so quickly. It is true that it is still very weak, and it is true that it is not capable of itself, but it is the belief of living beings. But growing at this rate, it won't take long to catch up with Thirteen Lang and even surpass it when he goes to the realm.

At that point, who knows what will happen.

Strength is not lacking, on the contrary, it is only too much and too strong. As long as he wants, he can absorb the power of the realm soul at any time, as well as the power of the mad spirit sent in by the Thirteen Langs; if he doesn't, it is estimated that he understands that he is still too weak to make up for it.

Newborn lions don't eat meat, and this is not something that is known by birth.

All in all, this newborn son can't be measured by normal human thinking, and Shisanlang doesn't have enough time.

Thinking so in his heart, the boy finished transforming his clothes, and was dressed as a boy's outfit, even his hair was combed and put on with a wooden fork, and he got a pair of cloud-climbing boots under his feet. In the blink of an eye, the three-foot boy looks more than ten years older, and with his face and the proportion magnified to adult, he is definitely popular all over the world.

"This outfit is dressed up, where does his memory come from?" After watching the whole process in a daze, Thirteen Lang was like in a dream.

"My mother taught me. ”

The newly-dressed boy paced back to Shisanro, saw through the doubts in his heart at a glance, and explained: "I started when I remembered, and I guess afterwards that since the day I became pregnant, my mother would take time to meditate in my heart every day, teaching me how to dress, eat, behave, and practice. ”

If you want to talk about the merits, the only thing that comforts Jusan Lang is that the boy will not hide anything, maybe he has not learned it yet, no matter whether he asks or sees it, he will put together the words in his heart.

After a pause, the boy asked, "Is my mother good to me?"

What else could Thirteen Lang say, his heart was sour, and he only nodded.

The boy's eyes turned cold and continued: "If it weren't for you, my mother wouldn't have died at all, don't you feel ashamed"

"Wait!" Thirteen Lang waved his hand to stop, and said in a slow tone, "Let's talk about one thing first, I raised you." ”

The boy looked at him silently, like a liar, or a fool.

Shisanro endured that gaze and asked as if he was facing a great enemy, "I don't know how many things you remember. So, do you know the Realm Soul?"

The boy replied, "The soul of the world is in me, and I have lost the ability to think and speak, so to speak, he is now me, I am him, and my will is in charge for the time being." ”

Thirteen Lang's heart suddenly hung up, and he asked with concern, "What do you mean for the time being?

The boy waved his hand and said disdainfully, "Of course, is he willing to be swallowed up by me?"

Sounds so reasonable. Jusan Lang was speechless, doubting his own IQ.

The boy thought about it like an adult, and then said, "But it can't be called a counterattack, it should be called forget it, don't worry about it." ”

I don't have to worry about this? So what is my dad for?!

There was a bitter smile on his face, and he was bitter in his heart. Fortunately, the Realm Soul was indeed not awake, and Thirteen Lang forced himself to focus on what was in front of him, and said slowly: "An important reason why you were born was to absorb the power of the Realm Soul. The realm soul has been with me for three hundred years, and its power comes from me, is it equal to that I have raised you. ”

The boy frowned slightly. The little face looked very solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Those who don't know are not guilty, deliberately deceiving me is deceiving the sky, the big crime is unforgivable, Dad, you have to think clearly." ”

Full of sarcasm, this "Dad" sounded bitter enough, and Thirteen Lang secretly scolded "Damn!", secretly thinking about what this is called.

The boy said, "At the age of ninety-nine, the realm soul entered the body and began to swallow my father, do you know what it means?"

Thirteen Lang knew what he wanted to say. But he couldn't respond, and at this time he was full of thoughts about what a ninety-nine-year-old baby who didn't have a mother's womb looked like.

This time, the boy failed to see Thirteen Lang's thoughts, his pink face had a cold expression, and he said in a cold voice: "You raise the world soul, the world soul wants to kill me, and now you say that raising him is equivalent to raising me for three hundred years, is it a deception!"

At the end, he suddenly shouted angrily, and heaven and earth suddenly sensed. The thunder rumbled overhead, and the angry waves swept underneath. The altar trembled.

Heavenly Fury!

Although the boy is weak, he is the sky, and the wrath of the sky is the wrath of the world, and the world regards the enemy of the sky as its enemy. To the surprise of Thirteen Lang, both the Realm Soul and the Lotus Fairy had previously had the ambition to rise to the world, but they were inferior to the boy in terms of power, especially the feeling of being able to respond to the call. It didn't even cause the heavens to move.

Is it because there are too many living beings extinction, or something else?

After a little thought, Thirteen Lang realized in his heart, the upper body of the Realm Soul and the Inner Lotus Fairy never really succumbed, and then several strong enemies made trouble, and there was a strong oppression of Thirteen Lang outside. It's already out of the way. As for Lotus Fairy, she is not an orthodox Heavenly Dao, at best she is a spokesperson, and the authority of her orders will inevitably decrease.

Now it's different, the realm soul sleeps and even sinks, the lotus fairy turns into the moon, and the remaining Dao fetus contains the realm soul, becoming the true master of this world, and the only one. Heaven and earth only recognize one master, and anger and hatred will naturally increase their prestige.

Thinking crankily in the heart here, the heavenly power is turbulent and roaring over there, but unfortunately the boys are still too weak in the end, and it is easy to cause thunder and waves, and it is far from enough to command them to fight. Having said that, even if he could command, he couldn't concentrate his strength on a point, usually a few thunderbolts and waves, even if Thirteen Lang was more seriously injured, he could still treat it as nothing.

In the storm, under the thunder, Shisanlang seemed to be stunned, but in fact, he had other thoughts in his heart, and he didn't even look around. This look fell on the boy's eyes, and he had a special taste in his heart.

"Why don't you speak? Wasn't Dad quite able to say just now?"

With his back and hands on his back, the three-foot child poses as a king, looking at the four fields and looking at all directions.

"There is no forgiveness for deception. But you are my father, and killing your father is a greater crime, so I will not punish you. But remember, I call you dad is love, you respect me as the heaven is the avenue, the avenue is ruthless, don't forget it in your heart. ”

Looking up at the starry sky, a look of remembrance appeared on the boy's little face, and he said to himself: "It won't be long before I can be in charge of the world, and after a while, I will be able to restore my control over Haoyang and ascend to the sky freely." At that time, I will first wipe out that damn catastrophe, and then clean up this starry sky, and then accompany my mother and ask her why she took a fancy to such a ruthless father in the first place."

"Wait!"

Thirteen Lang couldn't keep calm anymore, and asked anxiously, "Defu, do you say you're going to do it?"

The boy turned to look at him, and said without hesitation, "I want to ask my mother, why did you just call it? Defu, who is Defu?"

"It's your name. Thirteen Lang replied seriously.

"My name?" the boy frowned, and unconsciously said two words in his mouth, "blessed", "blessed".

"Yes. It is the name I gave you, and I chose it when you still don't remember, and I hope that after you are born, you will be blessed with less difficulties, and everything will go well, and every evil will turn into good fortune. ”

With a sad expression on his eyes and face, Thirteen Lang stepped forward with a half-hunched body, his voice unusually gentle.

"Your mother didn't sue you, did she?"

(To be continued......)